Beautiful. I think of living a life -- how it takes a lifetime to get to the line, the word. Here's to your mothers. xo
i have to echo...beautiful is indeed the word.
That was my word too.....Beautiful. Condensation....that is another. Blessings to our Mothers all. ox
yes, beautiful...to all of our mothers.
Yes. This is fine, meaning beautiful. But I have to say, on first reading I read it as "sheltering down" and I like that just as well. It's as if the poem is in us, somewhere and we must hold it for a while first. Maybe in our sheltering we are also shattering. A toast to all of our mother's, always with us.
More memorial than sarcophagus or words carved in stone--this profound monument visited each year.
I love the way you mourn, the way you memoralize. I 'spect it takes (at least) 5 years to unlearn all but the most important, all but the necessary words.
he might be right
oh this is poignant and amazing xxxxx
Profound.My dad passed early summer, I am profoundly moved, opened.thank you again
namaste Judy... your work goes deep
This post has touched me today because I do not get along with my mother recently. Relationships between mothers and daughters are not always easy. Your feelings have made me forget my bad feelings.
this feels very true.
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